A ;arge and bad;y abused human gunship tumbles out of the sky and crashes heavily on the tarmack outside. Several emergency hatches blast outwards, and thirty-odd crew members scramble out. They congregate about a hundred yards away, watching nervously. Suddenly, a man in a worn bomber jacket, dark mirrored sunglasses holding a badly abused cigar between his teeth dives out of the smoking emergency hatches. He is carrying two large duffel bags. He runs hard as the engineering section of the ship flares out in a plume of plasma. He is knocked to the ground by the blast, but as he stands up, he sees that the blast has taken away most of the rear portion of the ship. He looks at his ship, looks down at the bags, shrugs, and carries them towards the crew. Everyone cheers as they occupy the bar. Captain Pharris adjusts his smouldering cigar, pulls out a large quantity of cash(which doesn't seem to make a dent in the contents) and slaps it on the bar.
"That's a down payment on our tab, which you are going top open right now. Gimme a round of pan galactic gargleblasters for everyone, and point me to the nearest bank."
The crew crowd around, along with everyone else to drink. Captain Pharris watches his bags carefully.
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NEW NAME FOR THE DREADNOUGHT
The Hard-Boiled Egg
Why?
Because she cant be beaten!